She looked back at him, concerned, but nodded and did as she was told. If Holang-i was good at anything it was doing what she was told, usually, and dancing. She was a very good dancer but she didn't talk about it a lot. Cat knew because they'd been at a place where dancing was acceptable--not that slow dancing while standing on a man's feet like a father-daughter dance was dancing, it wasn't ballet or jazz or tap, but it was something. It was conversation. She was good at pretending to be an adult, too. She stood around and kept her mouth closed and listened like you were supposed to, and nodded at the boss like you were supposed to, and then went on your way.
That's obviously what adults did.
Reaching up Holang-i grabbed the branch she could reach best, which required some kind of hop in the process. Her mittens were of little use and when she slipped she threw them off, though better sense told her not to. She was going to climb this tree even if it was only a single branch. With a better grip the girl was able to do as instructed, walking up the tree with some effort and then hanging from her knees. There was something in the way she moved, stretched, that gave away her flexibility from her dancing. Or maybe she was just a child, they were resilient after all.
"Um..." She looked around and then swung and sat up with two sways and a huff as she pulled herself up to sit on the branch. "Ah! I did it!" Holang-i smiled brightly, mostly at herself, before looking down at Savage.